LEVEL EVERYTHING UP in my Eldritch Tribe - Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Let’s go down
The scene was a mesmerizing spectacle of wings slicing through the skies, the vast azure expanse punctuated by floating islands of varying sizes, their surfaces lush with greenery and crowned by cascading waterfalls that shimmered like silver threads in the sunlight. As the bats carried the group higher into the heavens, Lyerin’s commanding voice broke through the rush of the wind, steady and firm, carrying an air of authority that demanded immediate attention.

“Pig Orcs!” he called out, his tone crisp and commanding. The Pig Orcs, each perched atop their own bats, turned their heads in perfect unison, awaiting his orders with unwavering discipline. The sight of their hulking forms on the backs of the bats was both awe-inspiring and slightly intimidating. Their massive hands gripped the reins effortlessly, and their eyes glinted with an unusual focus, a stark contrast to the feral reputation Orcs usually bore.

Lyerin raised an arm, gesturing toward the sprawling floating islands ahead. “Your task is simple but crucial. Scout the area. Each of you will take a section of the islands—north, south, east, and west. Search for anything unusual—beasts, hidden pathways, possible threats, or resources we might need. Leave no stone unturned, no shadow unchecked.”

The Pig Orcs nodded wordlessly, their expressions a mix of determination and loyalty. The sheer synchronization of their movements, as if guided by an unspoken bond, was a testament to their rigorous training under Lyerin’s leadership. Without hesitation, they tugged at their reins, urging their bats forward.

The bats carrying the Pig Orcs surged ahead, their powerful wings beating against the wind with rhythmic precision. Lyerin watched them go, his sharp eyes following their every movement. “And remember,” he added, his voice booming through the skies, “report back immediately if you encounter anything unusual. This mission requires precision and speed—do not engage unless absolutely necessary.”

The Pig Orcs acknowledged his words with a collective grunt, their voices low and guttural yet filled with respect. They split into groups, each heading toward a designated quadrant of the floating islands. Their bats maneuvered with startling agility, darting through the sky like shadows against the backdrop of fluffy clouds. The sight was nothing short of majestic—a fleet of beasts and riders, bound by a singular purpose, ascending toward the unknown.

The girls, still adjusting to their own bats, watched in a mixture of awe and curiosity. Cornelia leaned forward slightly on her mount, her voice tinged with amazement. “They move so… fluidly. Almost like they’re one with their bats.”

Maria nodded, her eyes fixed on the departing Pig Orcs. “It’s incredible. They’re so disciplined, so focused. I never imagined Pig Orcs could act like this.”

Lyerin, overhearing their remarks, allowed himself a small, knowing smile. “That’s the result of years of training and trust,” he said. “The Pig Orcs may be known for their brute strength, but under the right guidance, they’re capable of much more. They’re loyal, strategic, and, above all, fearless.”

Sophia tilted her head, her gaze following the group heading toward the largest of the floating islands. “What exactly are they looking for, Lyerin? Just threats, or something specific?”

“Both,” Lyerin replied, his tone thoughtful. “These islands are ancient, older than most things in this world. They hold secrets, some of which are better left undiscovered. But if there’s anything here that could help us—or harm us—it’s better we know now.”

The girls exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and apprehension flickering across their faces. The thought of uncovering ancient secrets was thrilling, but the unknown dangers lurking among the islands added a layer of tension.

Meanwhile, the Pig Orcs had reached their respective zones, each group descending toward their assigned island. The bats’ wings adjusted, allowing for a smooth descent, their riders scanning the terrain with sharp, practiced eyes. Some islands were dense with vegetation, their surfaces covered in thick canopies of trees that swayed gently in the breeze. Others were barren, their rocky landscapes dotted with jagged cliffs and mysterious caves.

One group of Pig Orcs landed on an island with a serene-looking lake at its center. The water shimmered like liquid glass, reflecting the sky above. The Orcs dismounted, their heavy boots thudding softly against the ground. They moved with surprising stealth for creatures of their size, their keen senses on high alert. One Orc knelt by the lake, dipping a hand into the water before sniffing it cautiously. After a moment, he grunted and gestured for the others to move on.

Another group explored a smaller island dominated by towering stone formations. The Orcs navigated the narrow pathways with ease, their eyes scanning every crevice for signs of life—or danger. One of them paused, pointing to a faint set of claw marks etched into the stone. They exchanged glances, their expressions serious, before marking the location for further investigation.

The third group, tasked with the southernmost island, found themselves in a dense jungle. The air was thick with humidity, and the sounds of unseen creatures echoed around them. The Pig Orcs moved cautiously, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons. One of them spotted a faint trail of broken branches and disturbed foliage, leading deeper into the jungle. He signaled to the others, and they followed the trail, their movements precise and coordinated.

High above, Lyerin observed the unfolding operation, his sharp eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He turned to the girls, who were watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. “This is how you explore the unknown,” he said. “With caution, strategy, and unwavering determination.”

As the Pig Orcs continued their search, the skies around the floating islands seemed to hum with anticipation, as if the very air knew that something significant was about to unfold.

The wind whispered across the open skies, carrying the soft rustle of wings as the bats glided effortlessly. The floating islands above shimmered like dreams suspended in the heavens, each one a fragment of another world. Lyerin’s sharp gaze swept over the landscape as he led the way, his expression suddenly firm. With a voice that carried authority and a tinge of urgency, he called back to the girls, “We’re landing here. This is far enough.”

The girls, riding behind him, exchanged puzzled glances. Cornelia leaned forward on her bat, her voice raised above the wind. “But why, Lyerin? There’s so much more to see up here! These islands are beautiful, and we’ve hardly explored any of them!”

Maria nodded, her enthusiasm brimming. “What about that massive one over there? It looks like it has a temple at the top! Imagine what treasures or stories it might hold!”

Sophia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she pointed toward a distant island shrouded in golden mist. “What about that one? It looks like something out of a fairy tale!”

Elena, however, was frowning slightly, sensing the shift in Lyerin’s tone. “Lyerin,” she called, “is there something you’re not telling us? Why stop now?”